A/N: Hey guys, this is an attempt at making a Supernatural story. I'm not sure if that many people will like it, but I would really appreciate some comments and/or reviews because that would help in my decision to add more chapters. I don't want to make you feel like you need to review my story, but it would really help me out. And it might also help boost me up in the self-confidence department ;; Anyway, enough with my babbling. Enjoy the story!

Chapter One: On The Road To Recovery, Part I

-- Somewhere just outside of Sublette, Kansas --

Silence was all there was left since Dean had gone out from everyone's lives, most especially Sam's. He sat with his head bowed low and eyes staring at the knife that Dean would carry around with him everywhere. Sam fought back the tears that threatened to surface, remembering times when Dean would occasionally make fun of him for being such a 'pansy'. The younger Winchester son laughed a little, but anyone could tell that it was a forced laugh like he was forcefully trying to make himself feel better. Except, it was no use.

Sam stopped twirling the knife around in his hands and quickly stuffed it into a hidden pocket somewhere beneath his pants. He rested his elbows against his knees and continued to sit there with his head bowed low. He was about to turn to his side to ask Dean where should they go next when he quickly remembered that Dean was no longer there. Sadness over flooded him like it had never done before and Sam really had to fight back the tears. He looked away from the second bed, again forgetting that he was going solo now, and turned to face the television screen.

He stared at it for a while, deciding whether or not should he watch some TV to get his mind away from Dean being gone. However, the decision was apparently made for him because the television screen had turned on by itself. Sam sat there in disbelief at what just happened. He looked down at his hands and then turned toward the remote control that was to the side of him on the bedside table. Sam immediately thought that it was his psychic abilities resurfacing again and also wondered why it had been dormant for so long. Sam didn't have much to think about it for something said on the television caught his full attention.

"This is about the fifth person who had been murdered these passed few months. Police have yet to find the culprit, but they suspect the person behind all these killings to be part of some cult because of how these people have been murdered,"

Sam reached over for the remote control and turned the volume up while leaning forward slightly out of reflex to hear what the reporter was saying more clearly. "What is the person doing…" Sam said out loud, another habit from always talking to Dean while working on hunts.

"Each person had been found within some sort of circle drawn for ritual purposes, the police have been stated to say,"

"We should go for…" Sam stopped himself in mid-sentence as he noticed that he was talking to dead air. Depression washed over him but he stood up nonetheless. "No, they wouldn't want me to be moping around," Sam told himself, straightening himself out and then began collecting his things. "They'd want me to continue doing what we did best, and I need to find out how and why mom knew the demon…"

As soon as he had collected all his things Sam left the motel and drove out of the parking lot in Dean's Chevy Impala. Sam tried his hardest to try and stay positive ever since that night that happened a few weeks ago. However, he just couldn't forget what happened. Sam drove with his eyes glued to the road and no radio playing to rid of the silence. "I'll get through this," Sam told himself for reassurance, "If I'm alone or not, I'll get through this,"

-- A few miles south west out of Dodge City, Kansas; on the way to Sublette, Kansas --

She ran through the woods like an animal being hunted by its most formidable predator. Her long raven locks chased behind her as low branches scratched and cut at her exposed skin on her face and arms. Her clothes were torn, but thankfully not everywhere. Her breathing was heavy but she showed no signs of fatigue but it was slowly gaining up to her. She jumped over an overgrown tree root and ducked under a thick low branch one after the other just in time.

She took one quick glance behind her and her eyes widened a fraction when she saw that the thing chasing her was slowly catching up to her. Suddenly she came to an abrupt stop, making a complete 180o and facing her attacker dead on. She flicked her wrists and then her fists were covered in black light. Her attacker made so signs of slowly down and this seemed to excite her more. Her violet-gray eyes twinkled just before she dashed forward toward her attacker.

The two of the collided except the attacker was the one who flew backward. The shadow that had been masking its true appearance fell away from itself and the young woman flinched away in disgust. The creature looked like one of those Minotaur beasts a child would hear about in stories except this was far more disturbing. Instead of the normal two horns upon its head, this one had four atop its head and another two pointing downward on its chin like a beard except not a beard. Its upper body was far larger than even the most muscled man in the world and every inch of its body was covered in a dark, red fur. The legs of the beast looked like the back legs of a goat and its arms looked about normal. The only difference being that it's hands only had three long, thick fingers.

"What are you?" she said in disgust, "A deformed Minotaur? An earth golem looks better than you and that thing lives and breathes through mud! Not to mention that you can even see its bones because they are that skinny,"

The creature roared out in anger at being insulted and stomped loudly against the ground. "Θα σας σκοτώσω για τον κύριό μου!"

"Huh, you speak Greek," the black light around her fists expanded as she tightened her grip. "Well, you'll just have to tell your master that you've failed at your job at killing me – sorry, but I've got other priorities right now and you're sort of stopping me from doing them so this will be goodbye,"

She rushed forward and laid one dead on punch right into its chest. The creature cried out in pain just before it vanished into dust.

Just then the sound of a loud motor from a passing by car echoed in the young woman's ears and she turned immediately to the direction of it. She saw lights in the distance and cursed under her breath before running toward the road. She gave her clothes a few more tears right before emerging through the tree line. Just moments after she jump out of the woods the car came to a stop right in front of her. She looked up at the driver and feigned to be wounded. She staggered toward the car but fell forward before she could reach it.

The driver of the car rushed out and was at her side within seconds. "Are you alright!?" the young man shouted by accident, his worry and concern over taking his common sense at the moment.

"I need… To rest…" she whispered as if she were out of breath.

"Don't worry; my name's Sam, I'll take you into the nearest town," Sam scooped her up and lifted her in his arms bridal style. He carried her to the passenger seat of the car and set her down as carefully as he could. "Don't worry, you'll be okay,"

"Thank you," she said her violet-gray eyes looking up into Sam's chocolate brown eyes.

Sam rushed over to the driver's seat and started the car once more. He glanced over to the young woman in the passenger seat, something inside him somewhat glad to have a temporary companion with him. "What's your name?"

"Caelan, Caelan Reed," Caelan slowly shut her eyes and drifted off into the dream world.

Sam smiled warmly as he watched her sleep from the corner of his eye. He checked around him to see if there were anything in the way that he might hit before reaching to the back seat and grabbing a blanket that was used whenever he or Dean wanted a little shut eye when either one wasn't driving. He placed the blanket over Caelan's sleeping form before turning his attention back to the road.

-- Dodge City, Kansas; in a low star hotel room somewhere in the small town --

Caelan awoke with a clean blanket tightly tucked in around her. She smiled slightly at Sam's attempt of caring for another. She rolled over to her side and frowned when she saw no other person in the room with her. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, stretched for a bit and yawned. She rubbed her eyes a few times and blinked before looking around the room again. "Hello?" she called out, hoping that Sam might answer.

Just as she expected, Sam's head peeked out from inside the washroom and he smiled sheepishly when he saw that Caelan was awake. "Sorry, I didn't know whether to wake you up or not because you seemed like you really needed it so I went ahead and took care of your wounds for you,"

Caelan's eyes widened and she pulled away the covers just a bit to check what her new attire was. She wore a large shirt, which she assumed to be Sam's, and saw that parts of her arms were bandaged up. She bit down her anger at the thought of Sam looking at her body without her knowing but she knew that he was just doing it out of kindness. "Just do your job Caelan, just do your job," she told herself out loud as she took in a couple deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Did you say something?" Sam asked her out of the blue, scaring her a bit at the way he just appeared beside her. He reached over with his arm but stopped just inches away from the edge of the sheet that covered her body. Sam looked up at Caelan for permission to check her wounds, feeling guilty that he might feel a bit violated. He smiled shyly when she nodded at him and he pulled the sheet away from her. He was just about to lift her shirt up slightly when Caelan grabbed his hand. Sam looked into her eyes and noticed a black swirl in the centre but it disappeared too fast for him to judge whether it was real or not. "You had some cuts there too…" he tried to explain.

Caelan slowly let go of Sam's hand but turned away from him. "I'll check up on my own wounds actually," she said, eyeing Sam out from the corner of her eye. "I do appreciate you cleaning them up though,"

Sam nodded his head, understanding a female's need for privacy and walked away. He turned on the TV and began looking through his bag. Then, a thought came to mind. "What were you doing out in the woods so far away from town, and late at night?" he asked her, his habit of questioning people taking over.

"I was running away," she replied truthfully while poking at one of her wounds.

This irked Sam's interest quite a bit. "What were you running away from?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Caelan pulled back one of the bandaged and smiled triumphantly when the wound was completely gone and without a scar.

"Try me," Sam came up beside Caelan and sat down beside her on the bed, surprising the girl yet again.

"I was running away from a demon,"

The two of them looked at the other to see any signs of well… anything. Sam looked at Caelan to see if there were any signs of her lying or being a total lunatic. Meanwhile, Caelan looked at Sam to see if he was really the Sam that she was ordered to find. And so, they stayed like that, staring at one another in complete silence. However, their silence was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Sam turned away and faced the door then looked back to Caelan. "I believe you," he said before getting up and heading to the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me you idiot! Open up!"

Sam opened the door and smiled happily to see his old friend Bobby Singer. The two of them exchanged manly hugs before Sam moved to the side to let Bobby enter the hotel room. Bobby sat down on the old couch and held out his arm just as Sam placed a bottle of beer in his hand. "So how's the hunting Sam?"

Sam shook his head rapidly and motioned over to the room beside them. "I've got a visitor," he whispered to Bobby, who immediately got he hint and kept his mouth shut.

Just at that moment Caelan stepped into the room. All she wore was Sam's shirt and apparently one of his boxers as well. She smiled knowingly at Bobby and he stared at her, almost mortified. However, Sam hadn't noticed Bobby's face because he was a bit shocked when he saw Caelan walk in with the clothes she was wearing. Bobby looked about to say something to Sam but Caelan shook her head disapprovingly at him. Bobby's face slackened and he nodded his head as if in understanding.

Caelan walked up to Bobby and held out her hand for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Caelan," she said politely.

"My name's Bobby,"

"Uhm, I ran into her while I was coming into town last night – we didn't do anything," Sam said, trying to explain even before any questions came up.

"I see, uhm, I guess I'll be going now," Bobby got up from his seat and quickly bid Sam farewell before the boy could ask him any questions.

Caelan sat down on the couch and waited for Sam to snap out of his stupor and turn around to face her. She reached over and brought a large pillow in front of her as a way to shield herself from Sam's potential wandering eye. "He seemed like a nice guy, that Bobby,"

"Uhm, you want me to head into town and get you some clothes?" Sam said suddenly, not turning to face Caelan.

"Sure, if you want… Bottoms are either size 1 or 2 and tops are small or medium," Caelan frowned when Sam nodded his head and walked out the door. "This'll be tougher than I thought," she said to herself once she knew Sam was long gone.

-- Somewhere in the shopping area in Dodge City, Kansas --

"So this has been the only place these murders have been happening?"

"Yup, they say that as soon as the victim is able to pass the town's border they're free,"

Sam and Bobby walked through the women's clothing section as they conversed through low whispers. Sam would pull out an article of clothing, look at it for a bit, and either keep it if he thought it suitable or put it back on the rack. He had been doing this for the passed hour and Bobby was starting to get bored just walking around staring and picking out clothes for Sam's seemingly new companion Caelan. "You look like you're shopping for your girlfriend Sam," Bobby spat out, anger taking over boredom.

"Well, I can't let her walk around in my clothes or in her torn up ones," Sam reasoned as a frown appeared on his face once he noticed what he was doing. He glanced around and saw a couple women in the store looking at him and Sam just smiled nervously before looking back to Bobby who just shook his head disappointedly. "What?"

"What's gotten into you Sam? You just met the girl and you're already acting like you're her slave! Are you that desperate to have someone there with you to tag along?" Bobby bit his tongue from saying anything else once he noticed Sam's disheartened look appear on the young man's face. Sam looked away from Bobby and continued to scan through the racks for decent clothing that he thought Caelan might want to wear. "Do you even know how she even ran into you?"

"She said she was being chased by a demon," Sam said in a monotone voice.

"Did she now?" Bobby said in a tone that sounded like he didn't believe what Sam said that Caelan had said.

"She could help with this new hunt Bobby, you never know,"

"That's right Sam, you never know," Bobby stopped Sam from grabbing another piece of clothing, the young man's eyes looking up at him in question. "I think you've bought enough clothes for her to last her a whole two months or more,"

Sam looked down into his arms and noticed that he was carrying a large pile of clothing. He gave Bobby an embarrassed smile before putting a few items back onto the rack, yet it still seemed like he still had a lot of things in his arms. He hurried over to the cashier and placed everything he was holding onto the counter. The woman at the cashier stared at him oddly but chose not to question him because business was business.

Sam waited patiently for the items to be checked with Bobby standing beside him. Sam glanced over to the small newspaper stand beside the cashier and pulled one out. The headlines read, "Another body found in Wichita, Kansas," Sam continued reading the article with concentrated eyes. He skimmed quickly through the paper mostly because he knew that the woman was almost done with the clothes. "Sixth body now found dead, following the patterns of the first five that happened before it. Police and detectives have all seen a pattern to the murders, that when the areas were placed upon a map some sort of shape would be formed…"

The woman finished with Sam's clothing and before she could tell him Sam had grabbed the bags and left the store without another word. Bobby wasn't too far behind him and was also glancing over Sam's shoulder to read the article the young man was reading. "I'm surprised they were smart enough to figure that out," Bobby said out loud.

"What kind of ritual would need a six-pointed star?" Sam asked himself out loud, not really intending to do that. He stopped walking and turned to Bobby as he continued to think up an answer.

"Did you even read about how these people were being killed, Sam?" Bobby sighed dejectedly when Sam shook his head no. "The bodies were found in the centre of a circle with their eyes replaced with yellow ones,"

Right at the mention of yellow eyes Sam's head shot up as if he had just figured something out. Before he mentioned anything else to Bobby, however, he then headed straight back to the hotel. "I'll meet you at Wichita Bobby!" Sam called over his shoulder.

-- Dodge City, Kansas; back at the hotel --

Caelan rummaged through Sam's bag, looking for anything she thought might be useful. She stuck her hand in deep but then something sharp had gone against her skin and she quickly pulled back in reflex. She looked at her finger and examined it curiously as a drop of blood seeped out of the small cut. "A demon slaying knife," she mumbled out loud. However, the sound of someone unlocking the door caught her attention and she moved as far away as she could from the bag. Not forgetting to close it up though.

Sam entered the room and walked up to Caelan, presenting her with a few bags full of clothing. Caelan took it half-heartedly and then headed into the washroom to go and change into something more of what she was used to wearing. Shutting the door behind her, she began looking through the bag to see anything she could wear for now.

"So, where do you live Caelan?" he asked her, trying to make small talk and also trying to get a little information about the girl as well. He stood near the washroom door with his back leaning against the wall.

"Uh, around," Caelan half-shouted through the door.

"You never really told me why you were out there in the first place," Sam pushed, becoming more curious to the girl's odd responses. Suddenly, Caelan stepped out of the washroom now fully changed and looked at him straight in the eye. "Sam Winchester, father's name is John Winchester and brother's name is Dean Winchester; you three were all supernatural hunters only to avenge your mother's death and also your girlfriend's death," Caelan watched Sam's face narrow in suspicion. "You are the intellectual one, always analyzing your steps before making a move to make sure everything is stupid proof and a while ago you were searching for a way to avoid your brother being taken by the Hell Hounds,"

Before Sam could question Caelan on how she knew all these things something big and ugly jumped through the wall and went ramming into Caelan. Sam had jumped back in reflex and watched with eyes wide as Caelan was pinned to the washroom floor. "Is that a Minotaur?" Sam shouted, half excited at seeing one for the first time.

"Get it off me and I'll tell you!" Caelan pushed the creature away from her by the shoulders but it proved to have gotten stronger than the last time she had encountered it. She shut her eyes for just a second before opening them and the creature had disappeared into dust and flew away with the wind. However, she didn't have time to get up because Sam was on top of her and holding the demon killing knife right at her throat.

"I knew something was getting weird with you," Sam pushed the knife harder against Caelan's neck and she tried to move back away from the knife but it was no use. Sam was straddling Caelan's waist and had pinned her against the floor by pressing against her shoulders. His eyes were slowly turning black and the objects around the room were starting to lift up off the ground and just float there.

"Sam, calm down," Caelan's voice held a hint of fear when she spoke. She tried to free herself from Sam's grip but the knife just deepened against her neck. She looked up at Sam's now completely black eyes and turned away, afraid. "Sam, calm down!"

Sam only pushed the knife harder against her neck and smiled wickedly when he saw a drop of blood roll down her neck. He saw as her skin began to burn and sizzle when the knife was now cutting at her skin. "You know, the burning only happens with demons,"

Caelan shut her eyes and pulled Sam forward, close to her face. Their lips locked and the two stayed like that for a while. Sam's shocked expression first tried to move away from the kiss but he seemed to slowly relax. His black eyes disappeared little by little until it was completely gone. He pulled the knife from Caelan's neck, throwing it far back away from him. Before Sam could deepen the kiss anymore, however, Caelan pushed him away as she gasped for air.

"What just happened?" Sam asked, still straddling Caelan at the waist as he sat on top of her. Sam then just remembered what Caelan was talking about earlier and had his full attention on her again. "How did you know all that?"

Caelan thought about getting up into a sitting position but knew that would be impossible with Sam still sitting on top of her, so she stayed lying down on the cold floor. She looked up at Sam's curious but anger filled face and looked away because the intensity was too much for her. "I was sent," she started, still not looking at Sam's face, "I was sent to find, help, and protect you Sam Winchester,"

To Be Continued…